DAMAGE GOODS

 

She heard the name princess coming up
every boy tried skipping childhood to be a man for her
at 12 yrs old
She had a daddy and mommy at home
a seat in the choir
She was loved and embrace by all
... until she fell in love
He swept her with just a smile and cologne
liking boys, her hormones loved a man
she wanted to grow
and genetics granted her that wish
before the summer she was just a number in age
flip those pages in matter of days
her body grades went to D's from straight A's
turning to the side shadowed an addition she had never seen
boys couldn't stop whistling and drooling
men, knowing better would double take and hunk their horns
but then came that smile and cologne
his expression never changed
he was looking her way, before metamorphosis came to play
he claimed her with attention
delegated her with love and kisses
lured her with invites to surrender her serenity
she was no longer purity
divinity was lowered to humility
when he ask her to prove her love through his friends
the same bonding life she was introduce to her
he wanted his boys to have that taste
she did it out of love
and he laughed with disgust
he left her alone in lust
She took every low blow while looking for him
hoping this would be icing for her king
She turned into a name in bathroom stalls,
laughter in halls
churches talked in whispers
parents lost all faith in her
she ran fast
as fast as her life turned before her
until a corner became a home she would know
no body missed her,
no body care no more.
she was black blooded, cold hearted
she is DAMAGED GOODS...

BY LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner

TEMPORARY OBSTACLE

You may have seen this view a thousand times
not the best of view like open curtains exposing sunshine
This is a nightmare you face in the dead of wake
that desperate moment, you should be giving the mind a break
Think man, Think
constantly banging pens to temple
looking up and around for a sign
but just one line don't come that simple
you get up pacing,
close your eyes thinking
looking at your already accomplishments
down to your bawled up, scribble up unpublished pen
Screaming inside your head, "Why can I create a word or phrase"?
this goes on what you think is a few hours
time flies by on your weekend days

Slammin, hand on desk
"You call yourself a writer"?
you have more conversation modes
but can't create a line, phrase or quote
The waist of turning off phones, TVs and communication
wasn't quite the subtraction in distractions
but reality in quietness that you have no thoughts in mind
taping on your keys, but no lines to type
pulling out that journal, with no production in your write

This is a writers punishment
staring at the corner at a stock pile paper accomplishments
Think smart, not hard,
shut down this process of no thought
come back later when you have something to bring to the drawing board.....

BY LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner

FINALLY MEETING HIM

Frozen for a moment.
This close to meeting him I would get
I had no words, just staring at greatness
Carved from stone.
He is watching the city watching him,
Like the day of his assassination
... Still today, people look at him silence and tears
Moving to see more than just blacks looking at him
Anxious to take pictures with him
And smile with amazement to words through quotes
This is how celebrated your legacy, your birthday, and
Your dream.

BY LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner

PEN PILE

You could be that pen guy or pen gyal
and this could be your mortuary for used pens
all your writes and creations producing piles of skeletons
pens that did there job and tossed to the side
after bleeding their last drop

How big is your pile?

Mine,

lets say I could I fill the back of a U haul
enough papers to plant refurbish trees into the environment
more spilled inks that if ink was blood
red cross would never have a shortage
I love each pen equally
never claiming favorites
so........

How big is your pile?

I don't quite call mine a pile
more like a collection of great tools
that served their enlightenment to poetry
entitlement to being a writers weapon
acknowledgement to being a poets life saver
a instrument that......
that later retired in a grave lying among the greatest
I still look at them as new pieces through old writings
I hold them in my hand and remember titles
with bangin ass deliveries and messages
that left with minds that were once empty
so I ask

How big is your pile?

I refuse to give them that disrespect
these are my pen pales
when I had no friends before pens
this is a monument of sacrificial accomplishments
laid perfectly to rest
joining once again with pen friends they haven't seen one another
since the creation of pen men.
My pile is not big
just stands tall enough to be notice
and we all notice that you are not a pile
just a mountain of retired pens laying together
pass your torch
and continue to fight
appreciation with dedications
write pen write

PEN PILE

BY LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner

FRANCHISED BLOCK

Guest what y'all

Walmart is moving in
Target already got themselves settled in
Best Buy put their stamp on a two block length
no more bootleg tables
Benny ain't walking around selling stolen toiletriesCVS and 7Eleven is your inconvenience, I can't afford convenience store
Mom and pop stores going bye bye
mom and pop stores have to raise their price high
mom and pop stores are where????

Guest what y'all
they got jobs at them stores
but they not hiring no one from your......neighborhood
you ain't trained enough
don't have a proper name for you to work........here
they are trying to look good for the new faces
face lifts on color schemes walking in old places
Not catering to you, so you yell out 'racist"
but who cares?

Guest what y'all
they doing buy outs around town
500,000 cash is how open eyes sound
30 days to take it and move out
but yo,
what can you purchase now a days in DMV for 500 thou?
I see you trading in your D.C. ID for M.D. in the county of P.G.
P.G. ain't no longer M.D.
its just a S.E. and N.E occupying P.G. .........county
\I'm driving y'all
no, I'm walking y'all
in neighborhoods 10 years ago would not greet me y'all
now they say hi
or smile with fear of my brown
or they hope I'm going to turn them down(for robbery)
looking up at full green trees
smelling roses and not corners stained of smelling pee
I can see myself in the brand new street sign
I can see myself in the bus stop plexi glassI can see myself as myself and not as no one else
I can walk on the curve kicking air not rocks or glass
No corner liquor stores, just Wines and Spirits
No carry outs, just Restaurants that deliver
I'm walking and looking like a site see-er
look around like I'm not suppose to be here
hearing humming cars blasting music at Walkman volumes
people yelling hello and not cursing
they speaking foreign language
they be speaking proper Englishslanguage? That has gone in extinction
I was born here right?I grew up here right?
My ancestors help build and purchase these brick stones right?
Don't recognize this place
they don't remember the old space
they don't remember how it was
they don't remember, because they bought us out
so we are not SOUL OUT
FRANCHISE BLOCK

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner



 

ON THE GO..........

Its time for me to up and leave
no looking back
" I deserve a break today"!
but I need more a break today
I need to jump in my car and go far away
further then GPS can pick up
away from cellphone reach
where the only bars I seek
... is the one's on my EQ's when the beats set me free
No bags packed,
just me, my paper, pen, music and wine
flowing 85 down 95 in the all black AC(acura)
Dressed in my whatever clothes
and plain face with a serious smile
Set my mind clear from areas I'm familiar with
all I know right now
is just now
no names, no employment
no stages or mics
just my mental write
as go slow real fast in the night
not looking for love
or destination to reach
just a moment with a processed mind
and speech when the radio speak

So please,
when I go
I mean when I hit the road
don't look for a leave slip
or me calling in sick
don't amber alert me cause you haven't heard from me
you can pray for me
but don't ask for my return
I'm looking for a get a way
far, far, far, far away
and when I'm ready,
I'll let you know, when I get back
from my get a way
for now........I'M ON THE GO.

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner

MIC CHECKS, STAGE BLESSINGS

I close my eyes as soon as they announce you
ready to clear my thoughts but visions of you
silencing all noise in a crowded room
... waiting patiently for you to serenade me with your poem
your delivery gives me chills
my heart starts rapid beats
can't hold my pace
can't remove the smile from my face
I know you just passed me
from swaying hips, clicking to 5 inch heels
and yes your perfume
(eyes closed)
I can see your nervousness (eyes still closed)
I hear your hesitation(ears at attention)
you've done this many times before
you're not a virgin to the stage anymore
you are divinity with your poems
you are serenity sounds from soft voice
you are the next generation, first choice
got this man excited like a boy

you adjust your self(closed eyes tightly)
look quickly to the crowd
clear throat then lean foreword(smile with my eyes closed)
and say the first words out loud(applauding in heartbeats)
"HELLO", My name is, and this is my poem. (YES, in mind)

MIC CHECK, STAGE BLESSINGS

By LeRoy TNW Goetzendanner